Long after you have swung backaway from me

I think you are still with me: you come in close to the shore on the tide and nudge me awake the way a boat adrift nudges the pier:

am I a pier half-in half-out of the water?

and in the pleasure of that communion I lose track, the moon I watch goes down, the tide swings you away before I know I’m alone again long since,mud sucking at gray and black timbers of me, a light growth of green dreams drying.



Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)